My Stand In Novel Novels & Stories

June's Pov My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would break through. I stood up quickly from the couch, my legs shaky. “What the fuck?” I breathed. Nikolai’s eyes narrowed. He sat there like a king on his throne, watching me. “I didn’t ask you to stand. Why are you standing?” “You don’t just get to tell me whatever you want me to do,” I shot back, my voice shaking even though I tried to sound strong. “What do you mean I should sit down and open up my legs for you?”

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

My chest tightened painfully,did my mate just leave me? I hugged myself tightly trying to steady my breath and my spiraling thoughts because I was almost about to run mad . He didn't ask for my name, he didn't ask for my number and it was obvious he didn't recognize me , he didn't even say anything about us seeing again. Did he just have a one night stand with me and disappeared. Well he must be the biggest joker of the century, I thought to myself as I steadied myself and stepped out of the library heading to my room to pack my things.

I didn't realize what I'd done until I was already standing. Standing. Without my wheelchair. Without support. Just standing on my own two legs for the first time in front of Malachi. Malachi turned around. And froze. His eyes went wide, his mouth falling open slightly as he stared at me. At my legs. At the fact that I was standing. "Zendaya," he breathed. "You're—you're standing."

I felt nauseous, he hurriedly stood up and caught my hands. “ Please wait. Let's watch the movie.” Nothing was getting into my ear, only his words buzzed over and over again as my chest hammered and my breathing hitched in disbelief. I couldn't believe he would say something like that, I whispered in shock, “ One night stand.” His eyes became bulged, red and I didn't know if it was anger or tears about to pour from them. I wanted to be quiet, I didn't want to say a word but I couldn't bear it, I had to say something so I sputtered like a tap,

Before I could turn to look for violet, my gaze fell on two men and it took a second for me to focus. They were coming close to me with disgusting smirks. Something in my chest suddenly shifts, when one of them reaches for my left arm. I flinch. “Let me go please.” The other man reaches for my right arm, they felt too comfortable and too close to me. I wanted a one night stand but not like this. “Don’t be a stubborn bitch…isn’t this what you came for?” the one holding my right hand said, with his lips leaning onto my ears.

Protect my child Vincenzo , I love Nora so much and if you don’t . No harm is coming to her , I promise you The call ended and when it did , I breathed out again, dropping the cup as I turned to my left . My brother was dying , I knew that and I really needed to know who it was . I stood up , it was a stressful day and all that I just wanted was nothing but to have a good night's rest . As I took to the stairs , I noticed someone standing there . Holy fuck . Nora was standing naked , she had just a pant on with nothing .

The library was a sanctuary. I found solace among the rows of books, their silent presence a comforting backdrop to the chaos of my life. I was deep into my novel, fingers flying across the keyboard, when a shadow fell over my table. I looked up, startled. Noah stood there, his expression hesitant, like he was unsure of his place in my world anymore. The last time I’d seen him, he’d been drunk and mean, lashing out at me in a way that had left scars deeper than any physical wound.

Stanley’s POV The front door clicked softly behind me. For a moment, I just stood there, my hand still on the knob. The night air clung to my clothes. It was cold, I smelt like a faint smell of car exhaust, and the bitter scent of burnt coffee beans from the café where I had just been.

I informed him. “But here I am,” I declared and stood up. I could feel the glass piece on my bare foot. My main character: "Here I am. Standing in between dawn and dusk, with glasses piercing my skin — I am in front of you, I am with you." I continued and tears leaked from my eyes.